I needed to trade and rest and talk to somebody. You go two or three weeks without hearing another person's voice and it does things to you. You start...talking just to hear some words, to stay in practice, and then you wake up suddenly, finding yourself in the middle of a conversation with nobody at all. It isn't real madness, not yet, but it makes you nervous, you know?I had my rifle unslung and sitting across the saddle so whoever was in there would see it. They wouldn't like me any less for. "You crave my big cock up your ass?" I asked energetically as I pulled."Yes, Mistress," my little maid answered meekly."You're a little sissy faggot, aren't you?" I asked mockingly as Ipounded."Yes, Mistress," my little maid answered sadly."You want to suck real cocks, don't you?" I asked teasingly as I pulled.Silence.Like a stallion, I rammed my strap-on frenetically up his submissive doggyass. Harder and faster I pounded and pulled. I grabbed his hips andslammed him until his balls grew numb. I said sure and gave him my camera. At first, I did some poses standing and then some on the bed in more sexy looks. After about 15 minutes of pictures, he put down the camera and then unexpectedly started to unbutton his shirt. I immediately asked what he was doing, and he said, "Brenda, I decided I like how you look and I need you to pleasure me babe."I responded that I was straight and no way was this happening. After finishing taking off his shirt, he looked at me. "I don't care if you're. We are perfectly secure as we are. I do not appreciate the suggestion otherwise.” He chuckles. He fucking chuckles. If I was angry before, now my whole body wants to spew vile curses in his face, before giving it a good, solid smack. “Oh if only that were true, Mr. Lions. Don’t worry, your wife informed me of your lack of employment. It cannot be easy on her to support the two of you right now. Things can easily turn desperate.” “We are not desperate.” My words are ground out slowly through.